I am a feather for each wind that blows
They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together.
Under the colour of commending him I have access my own love to prefer; But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy, To be corrupted with my worthless gifts.
For she had eyes and chose me.
Send danger from the east unto the west, so honor cross it from the north to south.
It is the mind that makes the body rich; and as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, so honor peereth in the meanest habit.